Page 25 of The Alpha: Part Three
I put my hands on the back of the seat and lean into him for the kiss. His hands move from my thighs to my hips, urging me to grind myself against him until I'm gasping into the kiss. Michael starts the car, but Seth doesn't try to get me into my own seat. He lets out a soft, rolling growl, causing me to release a flood of slick, and lifts his hips to press himself even tighter against me.
“I thought I had to buckle up,” I tease.
“You do.” He tilts his hips and drags me across his length. “In a minute.”
Ben laughs from the front seat. “We're not far from the pizza place. Think you can make it happen by then?”
Seth groans and kisses down the front of my neck. “It's dangerous.” But he still doesn't make any move to put me safely into my own seat. “How long until we get there?”
“Fifteen or twenty minutes, depending on traffic. Michael is a very safe driver. He might even avoid the bumps.”
Seth groans again and looks up at me. “God, I want to. But it's too dangerous.”
I grind against him again and graze his earlobe with my teeth. “I rode Ben while we were riding in the car.” He tilts his head, giving me access to the side of his neck, and I lick and nip a path down to his shoulder.
“That was different.” He sucks in a breath when I suck a mark right where his shoulder meets his neck. “You were having a heat spike. You needed it.”
“I need it now,” I whisper, and lift up off of him just enough to reach down and pry open the button on his jeans, humming against his skin when I feel how hard he is. I don't want to wait till we get home. I need him inside me now. Precum leaks from his swollen head when I wrap my fingers around him and give him a slow stroke.
Seth's grip on my hips tightens and he groans again. “And I need you to be safe. Please, darlin. We'll be home soon. I'd die if something happened to you because I couldn't wait until we're not diving down the road to fuck you.”
I guess he's right, but I don't like it. Sighing, I climb off of him and sit in the seat next to him. I dutifully pull on the seat belt, glancing over at his still hard cock. It would have been difficult to get these pants off anyway. He starts to tuck himself back inside his jeans, but I can't stand the thought of him forcing himself back behind the constriction of his zipper.
“Wait.”
He pauses, lifting a brow in question.
“Don't put it away. We've got a whole twenty minutes until we get there to pick up the pizza, and then another twenty until we get home.”
Ben laughs from the front seat. “Take it slow, Michael. This is going to be a fun ride.”
I catch Michael's eyes in the rear view mirror. “Don't you dare. Get us home fast.”
By the time we park in front of the house Seth is so hard that he's twitching with every heartbeat. Every time I stroke up the length of him he curses and thrusts his hips, chasing my touch. He reaches over and releases my seat belt before Michael even kills the engine and I'm out of the car before anyone else. I rush to the door to unlock it and leave it open for the boys to follow me inside. As much as I wanted to jump into bed with them the minute we got home, now that I'm here I don't think I can do it without a shower. We've been at the hospital all day and I have been active with patients. I don't generally work with anyone other than mothers and babies, but I still need to scrub the hospital off of me.
I leave a trail of clothes behind me on the way to the shower and turn on the hot water. Seth, unsurprisingly, is the first one to join me. Without saying a word he starts helping me scrub down, lingering over lathering all his favorite places. Then it's his turn and I make sure to leave his cock for last. The soap makes it so easy to glide my hands over him, one after the other, base to tip. Then I reach behind it with one hand to swirl my fingertips across his balls and he grunts, wrapping his hand around my wrist. “Don't stop,” he rasps. “Keep going.”
I smile and keep at it, but just as Seth starts thrusting into my hands Ben comes into the bathroom and pulls back the shower curtain. He's naked and already hard when he gets into the tub behind me.”Don't stop on my account,” he smiles, reaching around and behind Seth for the soap.
It's tight with all three of us in here. Ben brushes wetly against me with every movement and I've moved so close to Seth that his cock and my hand stroking it are smashed between our slick bodies. Michael might not fit, not and be able to do much more than stand in here with us, and that realization spins me unexpectedly into a wave of disappointment. “We need a bigger shower.”
“For all of us,” Ben says, sliding his palms up my sides and round to grasp my breasts.
“We'll get one installed,” Seth mumbles, still moving his hips with my strokes.
Ben leans down to gently rake his teeth across one of my marks and my knees nearly buckle. “Want us to fuck you in here, baby? Like me and Michael do? He'll have to bend his knees a little more, but we can do it. We won't let you slip.”
It would feel so good to bend over and let Ben open me up so he and Seth can both be inside me, but I've been thinking about riding Seth for too long. I'm not about to miss the opportunity to have Ben in the shower, though. “Not this time,” I say. “Just you.”
I lift my foot onto the side of the tub and push my hips back, lifting slightly to give Ben easier access, and put my hand on Seth's arm to help me balance. I look up into his hooded expression and lick my lips. “Don't finish. I want you in the bed.”
He groans again, deeper than he has this whole time, and wraps his arm around my waist. “I'll try, Desir'ee, butfuck.”
“You can do it, Seth.” I smile up at him and put a kiss on his chest.
Ben drags his hands back down to my hips and grips them firmly before he slides slowly inside me. It doesn't matter how many times he's done it, every single time there's a delicious stretch that I'm addicted to. Usually he starts off slow, easy, but not this time. This time he pushes until he's as deep as this position allows and he only gives me a moment to enjoy the feeling of being full of him before he pulls out and thrusts all the way back in. He gives me firm, steady, deep thrusts, over and over again, drawing gasps and moans from me while I lean into Seth, stroking him in time with Ben's pace.
“Fuck,” Seth growls, and keeps repeating as Ben drives me closer and closer to climax. His hips jerk every time I make a sound for Ben and he hisses or growls every time I circle my fist around his sensitive head.
